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I seek you out, flay you alive
Sep. 1st, 2013 01:10 amStiles has been watching Derek.
He's been watching everyone, actually, because when you're one of the ever diminishing number of fully human, completely helpless people in your circle of friends and acquaintances, it doesn't just help to pay attention, it's pretty much your only weapon.
But the point remains, he's been keeping an eye on Derek, and something seems off with him. He hasn't quite been able to put his finger on it the first time, but the second time it had started clicking into place. Derek had gone from making it very clear that he was the alpha and wouldn't stand for anyone challenging his dominance, to being quite willing to let Scott into the pack, even if it meant allowing him to call the shots more than occasionally. There was more to it, little things, body language, a subtle lack of confidence here and there, things that when all put together made Stiles wonder if he was having second thoughts about being the alpha.
That wasn't all he wondered.
He wondered if there was more that Derek secretly wanted, more than just having someone take his position from him. Maybe he wanted someone to take position behind him, bend him over a table, really give him a taste of how it feels to not be in control...
He's seen the looks, when Scott is taking control of the pack and Derek doesn't stop him. He's caught a few looks cast in his direction, too, looks that linger a little too long.
Maybe he's wrong, but he's going to find out. He's got to know. If he's honest, he's sure that he's on to something, that he isn't just imagining it.
Stiles had come with Scott to meet with Derek at the abandoned train station. Scott leaves after their meeting with Derek, determined to have his own way, and Derek isn't as upset as he should have been. Again. And Stiles can't help but notice that he seems almost complacent as Scott stalks off to have his way.
"Hey," he calls after Derek when he knows that Scott is gone, moving fast enough to take himself out of their earshot quickly. "Doesn't it bother you when he does that? I mean, you're the alpha..." he's moving closer to Derek, wanting to see the look on his face as his words register, wants to see what he's thinking, how he reacts.
He's been watching everyone, actually, because when you're one of the ever diminishing number of fully human, completely helpless people in your circle of friends and acquaintances, it doesn't just help to pay attention, it's pretty much your only weapon.
But the point remains, he's been keeping an eye on Derek, and something seems off with him. He hasn't quite been able to put his finger on it the first time, but the second time it had started clicking into place. Derek had gone from making it very clear that he was the alpha and wouldn't stand for anyone challenging his dominance, to being quite willing to let Scott into the pack, even if it meant allowing him to call the shots more than occasionally. There was more to it, little things, body language, a subtle lack of confidence here and there, things that when all put together made Stiles wonder if he was having second thoughts about being the alpha.
That wasn't all he wondered.
He wondered if there was more that Derek secretly wanted, more than just having someone take his position from him. Maybe he wanted someone to take position behind him, bend him over a table, really give him a taste of how it feels to not be in control...
He's seen the looks, when Scott is taking control of the pack and Derek doesn't stop him. He's caught a few looks cast in his direction, too, looks that linger a little too long.
Maybe he's wrong, but he's going to find out. He's got to know. If he's honest, he's sure that he's on to something, that he isn't just imagining it.
Stiles had come with Scott to meet with Derek at the abandoned train station. Scott leaves after their meeting with Derek, determined to have his own way, and Derek isn't as upset as he should have been. Again. And Stiles can't help but notice that he seems almost complacent as Scott stalks off to have his way.
"Hey," he calls after Derek when he knows that Scott is gone, moving fast enough to take himself out of their earshot quickly. "Doesn't it bother you when he does that? I mean, you're the alpha..." he's moving closer to Derek, wanting to see the look on his face as his words register, wants to see what he's thinking, how he reacts.
